Chapter 8
Eight
Patrick
My doorbell rings and I had no idea there even was one. I scramble off the couch and place the TV on mute as I walk toward the obnoxious sound. When I pull the door open, no one’s there, only a box sitting on the small welcome rug. Would anyone notice if I switched it for a fuck-off rug?
Staring at the box, I put one foot forward and lean out the door. Everywhere I look is empty of people and animals. I start to panic and then I remember I moved the sheep to the backyard.
There’s no label or note, so this wasn’t shipped.
Someone personally delivered the package.
My heart skips a beat and I lean down, picking up the package.
Taking the mystery item or items inside, I kick the door shut behind me, then I set the box on the table to study it some more before grabbing a knife from one of the kitchen drawers.
My hands shake as I cut the tape and open the flaps.
I’m first greeted with pink tissue paper, and when I don’t see any of it stained with blood, I dig deeper and freeze when I see a dark tan dildo at the bottom.
How did this get here? Is this the gift Sheep Finder was talking about?
“Yeah, and that’s because you’re the type of person who likes to be seen. Don’t worry, Little Bo. I see you just fine.”
My neighbor’s words are louder in my ears this time, and I lift the sex toy from the box, tracing the ridges and other details. There’s no name. It could be from anyone. Someone dangerous who might break in one day. Someone I may wake up to with his fingers around my neck.
Zapping sensations travel over my skin, and as I’m about to wrap my lips around the large head, my alarm goes off. Ten minutes until eight; this was timed perfectly. Is he outside somewhere? Is he watching me?
Skin tingling, I rush around the house and open all the blinds. I have to make sure he can see me everywhere I am—off and on camera. I’m sick, aren’t I? I touch the back of my hand to my forehead but there’s no warmth from any fever.
My second alarm rings loudly in my ears, and I hurry to my room with the dildo in tow. I laugh as it seesaws between my body and arm. I figure everyone gets poked in the eye with a dick at least once in their life, but leave it to me to blind myself with a fake one.
I sit the toy down on the desk, and as I plop down in the chair, I view myself in the previewing video and connect with Sheep Finder as soon as I’m satisfied with my appearance.
Sheep Finder: You have a lot of clothes on this session.
Glancing down at myself, I laugh. I forgot I had on my regular clothes, and didn’t think to dress up for this call like I do the others. Or, more like dress down.
“I can always lose some if you’d like.”
Sheep Finder: Leave the shirt on for now. Take your pants and underwear off.
“Okay.” With nervous flutters running rampant in my chest, I shift my hips and slide down my pants. I slip off my panties next and kick my clothes away, straightening myself in the seat. I shoot up when the cold wood rubs over my balls, and I resist the urge to touch myself.
Sheep Finder: I take it you got your gift today? Show it to me.
My fingers struggle to grip the base at first, and when I’m finally able to calm myself enough, I lift the dildo in front of my face—it looks even bigger this way.
Sheep Finder: I look so good in your hand. Your mouth is so close too. Are you ready for some more practice?
My eyes bounce between the toy and camera. “Wait, this is you?”
Sheep Finder: Well, a replica. Of course, the real thing is always better, but this will help prepare you for me. I had it custom made just for you.
“This is you,” I say again, running my hand up and down the shaft.
Sheep Finder: You want to take me in your mouth?
I bob my head, lips parting and tongue feeling dry.
Sheep Finder: Remember our last lesson?
Lesson. He loves giving those, doesn’t he? “The fence lessons or blow-job lesson?”
Sheep Finder: Am I supposed to know what that first thing means?
“How did you get it here so quickly? Did you pay for someone to deliver it?”
Sheep Finder: What are the scenarios you’ve played in your head? How do you want this story to go?
“You . . . you drive by my house every day and sit outside sometimes. You brought this here and it won’t be the first gift you give me.”
Sheep Finder: Then that’s what happened and what will happen. Everywhere you need me, remember?
“Yes,” I croak out. “I need . . . fuck. I really need . . .”
Sheep Finder: Tell me.
“I need to come with your cock in my mouth. I want to touch myself while choking from you fucking my throat.”
Sheep Finder: You have no idea how perfect you are, do you?
“I’m not. I’m flawed in so many ways.” My throat feels like it’s clogging.
Sheep Finder: Everyone is, baby, but you shine where many don’t. You’re so pretty and bright when you do too. Show me. Light up for me.
My head fogs, and I lick at the tip of the silicone cock and slowly suck the head between my lips.
Adding a little suction, I slide my mouth further down and lap over what feels like thick veins.
My hole twitches, jealous of my mouth as I bob my head, quickening my movements.
I roll my fingers over my base, leaking all over my skin as I hold my face still to plunge the cock deep into my throat. I gag, tears gathering in my eyes.
Struggling to breathe, with my cheeks aching, my body heats and I really do feel like a buzzing light.
Static everywhere. I switch between slow and fast, not getting enough from either pace.
The pain spreads lower and I moan around the thick intrusion as my fingers tighten around my head the way my throat does the toy.
I come so hard I see stars and birds. The toy drops from my hand and my other slackens over my spent cock.
I struggle to keep my eyes open, my head falling back and eyes lolling. I’m floating in the clouds. Smiling like a damn idiot, I lose feeling in my legs. As I return to reality, I look back to the screen and my lips tilt higher.
Sheep Finder: So beautiful. I came right along with you, Little Bo. I just know it’ll feel so much better once I’m inside you. Your mouth was made for my cock. We should see if that pretty hole is too.
“When will that be?” I say, dots circling my vision, and I’m not sure if I’m spinning or if the room is.
Sheep Finder: Soon. But tonight I want you to go somewhere and not tell anyone. When you think you're alone, I want you to touch yourself.
“And why would I do that?”
Sheep Finder: Because you never know who might be watching and we both know how much you like when someone is. You want to hear and feel it sometimes without seeing it. You want those tingles crawling up the back of your neck as you fuck your hand.
“I…” I lick my lips and can't believe how I'm about to go along with all this but I can't stop my next words from forcing their way out of my mouth. “Okay. I could use some time away from the house.”
Sheep Finder: Everyone can. Remember don't tell anyone when or where you're going, and I'm sure wherever you choose will be the perfect place for someone to lurk without you noticing.
My body buzzes and I nod, mouth going dry as I already start to think of the perfect spot.
There's a lake not far from here. An abandoned farm too.
There are also so many open fields surrounded by trees.
Night time would really make it easier for me to stay out of sight, and I'd also have a harder time knowing if I'm being followed or not.
Do I really want to be alone in the dark in a place where no one could find me or hear me scream if I need help?
Yes, yes I think I do.
Sheep Finder: Get an earlier nap in today, Bo. You’ve earned it.
I nod again, and he logs off first, leaving me all alone.
But am I really? I smile, looking at all the open windows, and climb into my bed, hoping I’m in a place where I’m easily seen with the blanket pulled right below the start of my crack.